I know... I promised blood. But I also promised this...
Entertainment... for Lilith it was easy, and her 'Sirens' accomidated her - all too happily
She writhed upon the silk sheets covering the small hill of plush down pillows; not that she could do anything more but moan from both the unrelenting pain, and exquisite pleasure. Her wrists were bound to a pillar above her head, her mouth was gagged; her long shapely thighs were stretched wide by two of her women - she was in a state of utter bliss. Her large, full, firm breasts gripped firmly, nipples chewed, tugged, sucked till they were all but purple; her naked sex was assailed with artful fingers, soft lips, lapping tongues, and nipping teeth. she all but swooned at each tug, pinch, nip, and her resultant state of perpetual rapture only encouraged greater debasement from her twenty lovers. How she loved them.
She gasped out as she succumbed to a seemingly all encompassing orgasm, her entire body shaking as she recovered her breath.
Her women giggled as they covered her sweat saturated flesh with soft kisses and caresses as they removed her bounds and gag.
"You," she moaned, "every one of you. OH! My loves. How I hate to be apart from any of you... but I need to be. This business regarding this Saris, and all this talk of the Maker being behind these four... I can 't say why, but it smacks of so much Chantry..."
"Druffalo shit?" they all asked as one, and broke into fits of giggling, even as they continued their gentler minstrations to their mistresses body.
Lilith orgasmed once again, gasping for breath, her full breasts jiggling as she shuddered uncontrollably once more. "You DEMONS!," she screamed, "I am trying to save the wretched world, and you fiends are torturing me with pleasure!"
They laughed.
"Off me!," she cried, "I hate to say it; but off me, now. I must leave this night in case this slippery blade in the night of Saris still walks these halls. You must keep Sanguinus safe."
"Is it not odd, mistress, that the rogue didn't kill him? Truly she must know of your intentions for him, for his seed. Why would she let him live to impregnate you?"
"She cares nothing for my plans. she does not care what I do. She believes all is for not. She hopes for ruin... or so she says. Besides, I've no intention of bringing any child into a world where such a threat as Saris exists. My present ambition is to ensure that the world be worthy of such a child as I will have through him. One that can change this world, hopefully for the better... even if just a little."
Her ladies gathered Lilith's clothes as the young beauty went on; seemingly lost to them in her own thoughts and dreams.
"Before my grandmother took the old ones soul from my brother - parting his own soul from the only 'friend' it ever knew - his fate - so my mother felt - was to bring the very salvation of the world I am trying to bring about, and that child I would bear for Sanguinus would help bring... if even just to Tevinter. That would be enough for me. Now go to him, to the Herald, my parents, and my Nightingale... protect them. I am off to find my latest 'errand' for Seline. In the Barren Wastes."
...
The Count De Barough was a cunning player of the game: older than all but one of Lilith's regular noble lovers she kept out of choice, not obligation. He was said to have a powerful desire for her body... to break her, bend her to his will; take all control from her, and make her his willing slave. Oh, if only she had a copper every fool like this... she could have the black city re-paved, and repainted in pure gold... three coats.
She took this one willingly for two reasons: first, she loved to reduce this type of nug-scrotum sucker to a sympering mutt, lapping up her urine; and it was rumored he was selling exotic beauties he had 'broken' to a mysterious redheaded woman... in violation of the pact Orlea sighned with her brother. If it was true she would have a potential link to Saris, and her brother would have a chunk of Orleasian land, and a place in the court. How he'd laugh at that; and the image of him in an Orleasian mask and codpieced adorned vestment caused her to laugh aloud as she neared the ruins of an ancient Tevinter prison fortress the Count now called his second home.
The first guard who spotted her from the ancient ramparts drew back his bow as the strange woman strode up from the darkness, and into the light of the torches.
She turned and smiled at him as she sensed his intense gaze.
He lowered the bow the moment he saw her eyes - he was trapped in the concubine's snare.
The gate opened moment later, and the guard stepped to her, eyes glassed over as if drunken.
She smiled at him for an instant, before all went black.
...
She awoke in a silk covered bed, fully dressed, beautiful elven women in waiting surrounding her. At the foot of the huge bed, on his knees, face to the floor, body shaking in terror... the Count.
She sat up, rubbing the suddenly throbbing pain in her head.
"Dead, Lady Lilith. I had the fool who struck you from behind given to the venum spitting spider queen as a hatchery for her eggs."
"You know me?"
"Yes mi'lady. Any who know of Saris know of the Concubine, and I know of you from before you were thus... blessed. I was in the Tevinter village when you obliterated that regions armed forces single handedly. I have never mentioned thus to Seline, or Saris, and never will. What is your will?... my mistress."
...
The Count escorted Lilith over the ramparts and rooms of her new fortress. He told her of the deal he struck with Saris when his brother-in-law was bit by the Hurlock, and became endengered to the pleasure demon that Saris had enthralled the cult of to watch her flank, and take control of the family holdings.
"I was obliged to her. If it came out, it would destroy all my family was; and I was too proud to be the one responsible for loosing centuries of honor, prestige, and wealth because I wanted to save my late sister's idiot husband. I set up the women Saris took to the First. I was there for each 'ceremony': Saris' way of being certain I never turned traitor."
"YOU know what happened to them?"
He nodded, "I heard, through Sanguinus's blood mage apprentice that you wanted to know their fate. I let leak the half-truth about my 'selling ' women to Saris, knowing you would know of what was spoken. I also knew of your relationship with Seline, so I rolled the dice. I hoped you would come. My man on the wall, without seeing, was convinced you were Saris. He struck first before thinking. I cannot have such impestuous fools guarding you, mi'lady. Nor can I have the others thinking I tolerate it at all. Hence his fate."
"I understand." She walked to the ramparts overlooking the main training grounds and prison yard. "So, What happened to the women?"
"They are here, in the healers quarters. They are... unwell in their minds. You were the only one with the strength of mind to endure the First's initial explorations of his offerings. The other girl's were ill equiped to..."
"Be molested by a man without form? Who could blame them? Where is the healers quarters? We should not release them yet, even if I can give their minds respite from their terrors. NOT till Saris is finished. In case she looks to silence them for her own protection."
He was more than releaved, "Come this way," he said and led her into the main keep.
"What do you know of her? Saris?"
"She's Ferelden, not Tevinter - according to my second cousin, Knight Commander Gregor - she fled from the Circle, during the Blight. The Hero of Ferelden - YOUR father - spared her life when he caught her practicing blood magic in her own defence when Ulfred was possessed. She fled Ferelden so as to ensure your father would never be brought before the Templars for letting her go. Your mother wasn't with him, and Saris never knew they had been lovers. Had she known, she more likely would have tried to prevent her capture by her old Tevinter master... but such is fate."
"And not one Templar has thought to find her filactory?"
"Gregor says all filactory were destroyed. Those mages who remained provided more blood, the others were lost forever."
They approached a pair of massive wooden doors guarded by two Chavaliers. The two knights snapped to attention. "Right this way," the Count instructed, and opened the doors wide.
"Why serve me?"
He smiled, "Saris is scared of you, and my brother-in-law is dead. I prefer to regain favor in Orlea, and die fighting this demented bitch than serving her for the whole month it would take the four to destroy all I have ever enjoyed living for. Helping you resist her blood magic, stalling this plan, if not defeating it... somehow... is the way to go. But I must warn you. Saris is gaining in her own gifts. She holds ancient scrolls that will help her find the blood decendants of the mage families who bound the four. Once found... she can free them."
"I thought she needed me to wake them?"
"To control them," he said, "You cannot be willfully killed by any who see you. The guard who dropped the stone was responding to the opening of the gate - he never saw you. You are immune to all magic that would lead to your death; you will be spared, even by them. However... they can be freed by her, but without your influence over them..."
"They'll destroy everything?"
"So says legend. They'll see the ruins, the war machines, the exploitation of magic, the hate toward mages... they'll see it as their obligation to man to almost destroy him utterly - in their ancient, immortal eyes, it will be a fresh - though bloody - start, and the best means to send a message to man the few survivors will never forget."
"The Maker would will that? THAT was why he gave us magic?," she all but whispered.
"Not the Maker," the Count responded, "I take it that was what Sanguinus believed?"
She nodded.
"Tevinter Chantry teachings. No... not the Maker; an Elf did it."
"An elf? An elf gave magic to man?," she gasped out.
He almost smiled, "The Imperium could never say it, will never say it, and would kill any who could prove it. It was in an act of revenge against those of her own kind who betrayed her; SHE gave the elves greatest gifts to the humans whose decendants, and usurpers would use them to enslave them."
"SHE?"
"Mythal."
Lilith gasped, and whispered through trembling lips, "My Grandmother."
